Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2955 1616: A Long-Awaited Helping Hand

Just as all the Erosion Erasers were filled with questions in their hearts, without any warning, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the dense spatial barrier set up by the Dark Elf Hunters.

A mysterious figure exuding an overwhelming aura swooped out from the crack with a "whoosh," like a silver meteor falling from the sky.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and before everyone understood what was happening, the mysterious figure carrying an immense power had already landed in the center of the battlefield between Leo Ray and the two demigod-level Golem Puppets.

The next second, a dazzling sword light shot out from the mysterious figure, directly slicing one of the imposing demigod-level Golem Puppets into two halves.

"Such speed."

Watching the demigod-level Golem Puppet rapidly dissipate in mid-air, Leo Ray involuntarily widened his eyes and instinctively used a seventh-tier Defense Scroll.

The speed of this mysterious figure's attack was so fast that it was unprecedented, failing even him to capture any attack trajectory.

While Leo Ray was astonished, the mysterious figure did not stop and with another backhand slash, the other demigod-level Golem Puppet was unsurprisingly cut in two as well, cleanly severed.

In the fierce onslaught of the mysterious figure, the thick energy barriers and extremely hard outer skin of the two demigod-level Golem Puppets seemed to be nonexistent, offering no resistance whatsoever.

"To easily destroy two demigod-level Golem Puppets?! What is the origin of this mysterious figure?!"

The scene unfolded so suddenly that it wasn't until the second Golem Puppet completely disintegrated and vanished into the air that everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.

Some of the monarchs who had witnessed demigod strongmen clearly understood that although those Golem Puppets were Demigod One-Star, they far exceeded the combat range of even half-step Tier 7 powerhouses.

And to instantly kill a Demigod One-Star with one hit, the attacker must be at least Demigod Two-Star, no, Demigod Three-Star in level!

After all, with each upgrade in the demigod-star tier, it is nothing short of a complete transformation and requires a life-or-death trial akin to advancing, completely distinct from other lower tiers.

To this end, the value of the demigod-star tier speaks for itself.

It is worth noting that even among the Elf Tribe and other first-class forces, a Demigod One-Star powerhouse is enough to hold a high position, receiving the admiration of other clansmen, not to mention Demigod Three-Star or even higher levels?

That has far exceeded the limits of what second-tier powers can even imagine! This is precisely the frightening aspect of those first-class forces with unfathomable foundations.

"So, this mysterious figure is a big shot from a first-class force? I never thought the Human Majesty knew such a significant figure!"

In an instant, our side's strongmen were buoyed up, unable to suppress cheers that started to rise one after another.

With the complete destruction of the three enemy demigod-level Golem Puppets, coupled with this sudden mysterious strongman, our side's victory was undoubtedly within reach.

In stark contrast, the overbearing and ferocious enemy strongmen just moments ago were now all displaying uncontrollable fear and consternation. Especially their leader, Noth, who seemed to have realized the newcomer's identity and was left with a despairing look of utter defeat.

At the center of attention, only now did Leo Ray clearly see the true face of the opponent.

The figure was physically robust, clad in bright silver armor adorned with gold patterns, holding a silver longsword with wings as the hilt, and similarly, a pair of white wings extended from the ornate armor's back, clearly marking it as a strongman of the Winged Race.

However, compared to Noth and other winged beings, regardless of the overwhelming aura emitted, or the exquisite sword and armor, the newcomer was in a league of their own, a world apart from them.

"It seems this person should be a core strongman of the Winged Race, but who exactly is he? And why help? Or does he have other ulterior motives?"

Leo Ray slightly frowned, beginning to slowly distance himself from the other.

Everything came so suddenly; it would be wise to be cautious.

"No need to worry, I bear no ill will towards you all."

A familiar middle-aged male voice sounded, and the mysterious strongman turned his head, removed his fully enclosed silver helmet, and smiled faintly at Leo Ray.

It was a face filled with determination and gentleness, yet covered with deep scars, clearly a noble of the Winged Race whose bloodline was much purer than Noth's judging by the densely feathered ear wings.

"Your Excellency is..."

Leo Ray was initially stunned by the seemingly familiar face, but soon reacted, blurting out: "Could it be Your Excellency Aaron?"